grandparents had been caring for him the last few days, they would have seen his eyes go yellow, too.
The grandmother shared a look with the grandfather and nodded.
They were hiding something. “Tell me, it could save his life. Was he bitten?” Because suddenly that made perfect sense. Although, my father would be furious if a rogue wolf had bitten a human on his land. It hadn’t happened in twenty years and none of my pack members would do this.
The grandmother shook her head. “No, the hospital checked him for bites, but …”
Jax dropped Gavin in my lap and stood to his full height, muscles flexed. I had to resist the urge to smack him.
‘Seriously? They’re a hundred years old,’ I scolded him.
He met my eyes quickly. ‘I don’t care. They’re hiding something. I don’t trust liars.’
Jaxon took his role of being my protector very seriously and clearly thought that meant that every eighty-year-old man was a threat to my existence.
“Tell me, I want to help him,” I pleaded. My upper lip was beaded with sweat and I could feel Gavin’s body heat burning through my jeans. He was completely unconscious now, his heavily muscled body felt like a ton of bricks in my lap. I could see now that we were connected, Gavin and I. His heat, my heat, I could no longer deny this guy might be my mate. Holy Shit. This was not how I dreamed of meeting my mate, half dead in my lap smelling like half human half … something else.
The grandmother’s face looked pained at the sight of Gavin in this state.
“This morning when I went to check on him, his arms were … furry.” She seemed to be in disbelief.
The grandfather put an arm around her and met my gaze. He held it for longer than I thought he would be able to. My lips quirked into a tight smile. This man had just earned my respect. Staring a dominant werewolf in the eyes took major cojones.
“We adopted Gavin as an infant through Catholic Services. He was left on the orphanage door step. Could he be … wolf-born?” The grandfather’s voice seemed unsure.
I shook my head. “No, wolf-born begin shifting in the womb. You would have seen the signs as an infant.”
Jax interrupted my thoughts. ‘Not Mom. She was wolf-born but was changed human as an infant before the first full moon.’
My heart picked up at my twin’s words. Jax was right! My mother had a complicated past but it was possible to be wolf-born and live life as a human. But for that you would need a very, very powerful witch and it was extremely rare. The spell didn’t just wear off either; he wouldn’t be showing signs. Suddenly, I knew where we needed to go.
“I need to take him to some of my friends I think can help him,” I told the elderly couple.
‘Jax, get him in the car. We need to take him to the witches.’
The grandfather turned to his wife. “Betty, go on back in the house and wait for me. I’ll call you with news.”
I suppressed a growl. “You can’t come, sir. These friends like their privacy.” The coven would straight up kill me if I outed their race to the humans.
The grandfather stepped closer to me. “That’s my kid, I’m going.” His voice was stern and I knew that if he had been a wolf, we would have been a dominant.
Sighing, I shrugged. “Fine, but you’ll have to stay in the car. No exceptions.”
He nodded. “My name is Tomas.” He extended his hand.
Jax had already loaded Gavin into the backseat so I shook Tomas’ hand quickly. “I’m Anya, and it’s nice to meet you.”
The relationship between humans and wolves was strong right after the vampire war but since then it had dwindled. After they made us tattoo ourselves, they also had us write on job applications if we were wolves and it made us feel like second-class citizens, so slowly we all kind of drifted apart, did our own thing. But this guy, he seemed like he was okay with the supernatural world, with us.
“Come on.” I jogged to the car, my wolf clawing to get out and
The grandmother shared a look with the grandfather and nodded.
They were hiding something. “Tell me, it could save his life. Was he bitten?” Because suddenly that made perfect sense. Although, my father would be furious if a rogue wolf had bitten a human on his land. It hadn’t happened in twenty years and none of my pack members would do this.
The grandmother shook her head. “No, the hospital checked him for bites, but …”
Jax dropped Gavin in my lap and stood to his full height, muscles flexed. I had to resist the urge to smack him.
‘Seriously? They’re a hundred years old,’ I scolded him.
He met my eyes quickly. ‘I don’t care. They’re hiding something. I don’t trust liars.’
Jaxon took his role of being my protector very seriously and clearly thought that meant that every eighty-year-old man was a threat to my existence.
“Tell me, I want to help him,” I pleaded. My upper lip was beaded with sweat and I could feel Gavin’s body heat burning through my jeans. He was completely unconscious now, his heavily muscled body felt like a ton of bricks in my lap. I could see now that we were connected, Gavin and I. His heat, my heat, I could no longer deny this guy might be my mate. Holy Shit. This was not how I dreamed of meeting my mate, half dead in my lap smelling like half human half … something else.
The grandmother’s face looked pained at the sight of Gavin in this state.
“This morning when I went to check on him, his arms were … furry.” She seemed to be in disbelief.
The grandfather put an arm around her and met my gaze. He held it for longer than I thought he would be able to. My lips quirked into a tight smile. This man had just earned my respect. Staring a dominant werewolf in the eyes took major cojones.
“We adopted Gavin as an infant through Catholic Services. He was left on the orphanage door step. Could he be … wolf-born?” The grandfather’s voice seemed unsure.
I shook my head. “No, wolf-born begin shifting in the womb. You would have seen the signs as an infant.”
Jax interrupted my thoughts. ‘Not Mom. She was wolf-born but was changed human as an infant before the first full moon.’
My heart picked up at my twin’s words. Jax was right! My mother had a complicated past but it was possible to be wolf-born and live life as a human. But for that you would need a very, very powerful witch and it was extremely rare. The spell didn’t just wear off either; he wouldn’t be showing signs. Suddenly, I knew where we needed to go.
“I need to take him to some of my friends I think can help him,” I told the elderly couple.
‘Jax, get him in the car. We need to take him to the witches.’
The grandfather turned to his wife. “Betty, go on back in the house and wait for me. I’ll call you with news.”
I suppressed a growl. “You can’t come, sir. These friends like their privacy.” The coven would straight up kill me if I outed their race to the humans.
The grandfather stepped closer to me. “That’s my kid, I’m going.” His voice was stern and I knew that if he had been a wolf, we would have been a dominant.
Sighing, I shrugged. “Fine, but you’ll have to stay in the car. No exceptions.”
He nodded. “My name is Tomas.” He extended his hand.
Jax had already loaded Gavin into the backseat so I shook Tomas’ hand quickly. “I’m Anya, and it’s nice to meet you.”
The relationship between humans and wolves was strong right after the vampire war but since then it had dwindled. After they made us tattoo ourselves, they also had us write on job applications if we were wolves and it made us feel like second-class citizens, so slowly we all kind of drifted apart, did our own thing. But this guy, he seemed like he was okay with the supernatural world, with us.
“Come on.” I jogged to the car, my wolf clawing to get out and
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